To the person who returned my scarf on the harbour walkway.

You ran after me through the wind just to hand it back. I was too surprised to ask your name, but you made my week.

To the stranger who shared your umbrella outside the library.

You walked three blocks out of your way so I would not get soaked. I hope something unexpectedly kind happens to you too.

To the person singing quietly at the bus stop in Sidney.

You stopped when the bus arrived, but the song was stuck in my head all day in the best way.

To the person who returned my scarf on the harbour walkway — I still think about it.

Honestly, you ran after me through the wind just to hand it back. I was too surprised to ask your name, but you made my week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

To the stranger who shared your umbrella outside the library — I still think about it.

Honestly, you walked three blocks out of your way so I would not get soaked. I hope something unexpectedly kind happens to you too. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

To the person singing quietly at the bus stop in Sidney — I still think about it.

Honestly, you stopped when the bus arrived, but the song was stuck in my head all day in the best way. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

To the person who returned my scarf on the harbour walkway — nobody knows the full story.

This week, you ran after me through the wind just to hand it back. I was too surprised to ask your name, but you made my week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

To the stranger who shared your umbrella outside the library — nobody knows the full story.

This week, you walked three blocks out of your way so I would not get soaked. I hope something unexpectedly kind happens to you too. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

To the person singing quietly at the bus stop in Sidney — nobody knows the full story.

This week, you stopped when the bus arrived, but the song was stuck in my head all day in the best way. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

To the person who returned my scarf on the harbour walkway — and it happened again.

A while ago, you ran after me through the wind just to hand it back. I was too surprised to ask your name, but you made my week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.